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Sounds Fail

The sky is falling quietly down The evening starts to glow You let her out in the garden Commanding off you go The dusk is growing deeper And through the shift of time I hear you calling “Pippa!” And she comes back, and I Hear your “good girl” to her And Pippa wags her tail She licks your face, the image blurs You smile, the sounds fail.

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